A dash through Oslo and Paris (part three)

Touching down in Paris, I meet the film crew again (who were on the same flight). I’m presented with a little gift of Underberg which is a “digestif bitters” alcoholic drink that some use for digestion while others sip it as a boozy treat. It’s a secret recipe made from herbs sourced from over 40…

Wise words discovered under a London book store

I find myself wandering alone through the streets of London – a city that I have visited briefly a few times and struggled to find that click, that intrigue, that instant friendship. Gone 9pm, I’m surprised to see a bookstore open and busy, seemingly staging some sort of quiet rebellion against a revolving parade of…

A dash through Oslo and Paris (part two)

The next morning, I met up with the three man film crew who I was to spend the next three days with here in Oslo and then Paris. Much to my relief, their command of the English language was expertly. It was to a level that they made sarcastic jokes in English with pitch perfect…

A dash through Oslo and Paris (part one)

So, it’s Thursday. One of those nondescript middle days of the week. I’m at work. I don’t remember the exacts of the conversation but it went something like this: “Dave, something’s come up. Would you mind going to Oslo and Paris next week? Oslo – Monday, Tuesday; Paris – Wednesday, Thursday. Sorry it’s a bit…